A Tale of Wings and Wonder Oscar Wilde once observed, “The true mystery of the world is the visible, not the invisible.” Few creatures embody this mystery better than butterflies. So visibly enchanting, their bright, vibrant colours and intricately carved patterns mesmerize us, yet the life they lead remains a profound enigma. Their beauty is ephemeral, theirContinue reading “The Butterfly Kingdom of Bannerghatta”
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The Grace of Pink
(Few colours can match the grace and elegance of pink. It is the colour of tenderness and purity, of sublime passion. While red is fierce, pink is soft; while red excites, pink soothes; while red ignites, pink pacifies. And no earthly creation personifies pink in all its splendour more than the pink that adorns this humbleContinue reading “The Grace of Pink”
Tabebuia rosea: A Symphony in Pink
“When the pink poui blooms, hearts awaken,Its petals a blush against the azure skies,A fleeting whisper of spring’s laughter,Before the winds carry it to its demise.” Pink is the colour of tenderness and purity, of sublime passion. While red is fierce, pink is soft; while red excites, pink soothes; while red ignites, pink pacifies. AndContinue reading “Tabebuia rosea: A Symphony in Pink”
The Jacaranda’s Lament
(I saw a grumbling gardener collecting the fallen flowers of a jacaranda tree, shed so generously, and still resplendent even while decaying. He muttered endlessly as he cleared the litter. This poem whispers Jacaranda’s agony, amidst the decay and the trampling —an ephemeral beauty misunderstood by the world. Scorned as litter, her vibrant offerings areContinue reading “The Jacaranda’s Lament”
Colours of Bengaluru-IV
Purple Majesty: The Jacaranda’s Enchanting Splendour “Jacaranda whispers grace in lilac hues,Painting the world beneath with gentle blues.A rain of petals softens all that’s near,In silent beauty, spring’s voice we hear.” Such poetic musings capture the magic of Jacaranda. Gabriel García Márquez, the celebrated Colombian writer, eloquently observed: “They say Jacarandas are like love: blooming inContinue reading “Colours of Bengaluru-IV”
Colours of Bengaluru-III
The Yellow Radiance of Amaltas Following the fiery red of the African Tulip and the ethereal white of the Indian Cork Tree, Bengaluru’s lush canopy bursts into a brilliant yellow each spring, thanks to the spectacular Amaltas, or Cassia fistula. Commonly known as the Indian Laburnum or Golden Shower Tree, Amaltas is one of the city’sContinue reading “Colours of Bengaluru-III”
Colours of Bengaluru -Part II
The White-Elegance of the Indian Cork Tree ‘Draped in nature’s elegance, white flowers bloom, embodying grace and beauty’ In contrast to the vibrant and bright colours that crown the arboreal canopy of Bengaluru, there exists a quiet, soothing counterpoint. These are the soft white bloom of the Indian Cork Tree (Millingtonia hortensis). In this seriesContinue reading “Colours of Bengaluru -Part II”
Colours of Bengaluru-Part I
The Orange, The White, The Yellow, and The Purple Part I-The Orange of African Tulip A Flaming Jewel in Bangalore’s Crown Whether one is strolling down the avenues or simply glancing out from one’s window, the African Tulip tree is a sight that holds one spellbound, its bright blossoms painting the cityscape in warm, inviting hues. That Bangalore’sContinue reading “Colours of Bengaluru-Part I”
Whispers of the Angel’s Trumpet
(The Angel’s Trumpet is indeed an intriguing muse for poetry, blending beauty with danger in a way that feels almost mythical. This poem encapsulates both the enchantment and the danger of the Angel’s Trumpet, pondering the duality of beauty and peril. The contrast between the beauty and danger of the Angel’s Trumpet, sharpens the metaphorContinue reading “Whispers of the Angel’s Trumpet”
Angel’s Trumpet
“Does beauty, then, always carry this thread—A shimmer of wonder, a whisper of dread?” A short stroll down the lane from my modest abode in Bangalore brings me face-to-face with a plant that never fails to stop me in my tracks. It captivates me, its uncommon beauty impossible to ignore, each encounter as astonishing asContinue reading “Angel’s Trumpet”
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